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The TBC Compound : An end of an era

I don’t think there is a single skateboarder that hasn’t wanted a sweet backyard mini. The perfect warm up or warm down to any session, the trick learning machine and the meeting point. It’s like a campfire, a place to have a beer or ten and share a yarn or two.

This humble little ramp has put up with one hell of a pummelling over the last few years. From RJ and Reesy bomb dropping from the asbestos roofed shed, two hundred and fifty people all night parties and thousands of carcasses slapping the flat over and over…..she is still standing. What a trooper! I’ll dig through the ole hard drive and do a retrospective on this old crow to put it all in perspective.

We had a jam on Father’s Day there and some stuff went down…

Alex Sweeper

The ole extension apparatus

Gez has hosted some brutal events here over the years. Good carnt. Layback front rock

Rockin’ and a rollin’ before heading off to the mountains for a tree change

Jake getting a skid in

Low to high crail decker from Matty

Bristol is the long suffering man on the tools. Often the only man to swing a hammer at the many “working bees”

Rockin’

Front fiddy grab in

Callum with a sweet crail

Cunce. Brutally heckling. An outsider would think we wanted our friends to fail, there is method in the madness. Failure is celebrated, however.

I can’t really put into words how rad Brighty is. I could do an interpretive dance but I don’t quite have enough space to fling my limbs wildly….You get the idea?